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WARNING: This story is not for Homophobes, and or people that are Playing Tales of the Abyss and have NOT beaten it yet. I repeat: NOT FOR HOMOPHOBES, meaning this is GAYYYYYYY. Also, there is some immense sadness, so if you're a REALLY emotional reader, then prepare some tissues, cause this might get hairy.(Also, this story is VERY long...well what little i've written of it anyway. Also, if you find any grammar errors, and you're at the status of where you can edit other's text, just do that, don't complain. Because complaing is for asses.) (Also, there is a 'sex' scene in it, but it doesn't go into ANY details, like it briefly mentions it, so if you do not have the maturity to deal with it, don't read.) Okay, well, i think that sums up all of my 'in case of __ do not read' things. Enjoy.

OH, one last thing, i do not own ToA. AND this story takes place during the game in the beginning, but then after it, it changes to an 'AU' sort of world, only different. It's complicated, and yeah. I have up to chapter 2 complete, then chapter three is like half-way. i stopped working on this until a few days ago.



Dream chaser

PROLOUGE; chapter 00

It was the reality that Guy never knew existed, and the reality that Sync tried to hide, but when there was nothing but embarrassing run-ins with former companions, nothing was to be the same ever again.

He just stared at the mirror, watching himself was something he found amazing, as he could never realize how he looked to other people. Curiosity of what time it was made his brain tick, or maybe it was just him having to pee, either way.

It was time for a change, though change is hard, when the only change you can get is the loss of your love. There was a knock on the door, making him question roughly how long he had been thinking. He revealed Luke to be the one knocking, as the boy questioning what he was doing in the bathroom for so long. They changed places without a word, to Guy’s approval, and Guy was now pondering down the hallways and onto the only orientally decorated bed in the Duke Fabre manor that belonged to him. There was a flash of pain wincing through his mind; scars dancing through flame infested buildings, though he knew them to be distant illusions of the long forgotten past, no matter how revoltingly realistic they seemed to appear. Closing his eyes, he must have fallen asleep, as soon after he was being rudely shaken awake by someone, though he couldn’t see whom, as there face was not visible in the peering darkness.

Their voice was choppily paced and hurried, and their hands were trembling on Guys shoulder, though he knew not who it was, as he couldn’t recognize much of them in his half-asleep phase. They repeated for Guy to hurry outside, and Guy, being dazed and out of it, followed as he was told and allowed himself to be drug around by the foreign hand. Everything was quiet, damp, and surprisingly cold outside, even though it was during the middle of the night, abyss was soon deflated as Guy worked his way to an alley-way with his leader, whom which he still couldn’t see clearly. clouds of sleep were ruining his eye sight and making everything blurry, and every time he thought of getting a look of person, he would soon forget about it as his attention to be drawn to some other sort of object.

In the alley, the hurried voice was now holding on to Guy as if his life depended on it, and that was when Guy noticed something very odd about his ‘captor’. They were short, like a teen almost, and from the blurry look of them, Guy could see green as the color of their hair, and immediately thought that Ion was the young boy clinging to him, and called out Ion’s name in a whispering, questioning voice, hoping almost that it wasn’t.

Their reaction was prude, as they jeered out a simple no, making Guy flinch in relieve, though he couldn’t think exactly where the almost satisfied emotion that was currently washing over him from. Their voice was nauseatingly familiar to someone else’s voice, though he couldn’t quiet place a finger on it, as he wasn’t sure about who’s voice it was, and currently he could care less, as pain was now running through his body as finger nails carved into his flesh, with the at most of caring way, which seemed almost sadistic to Guy, but he could care less, as he was currently wriggling under the unknown boy’s grasp.

Sleeplessness was then driven away entirely as he tried to think of whom it was that would do this to him, as the captor commanded. The only clues he had was that it was a boy, a teen maybe, with green hair, and that it wasn’t the highly respected Fon master, his mouth was currently reacting as he tried to swallow down the pain that was engulfing his back, and it hit him as he masochistically called out his love’s name, Sync.

He was released, crumbling to the ground in pain, looking up in a very kicked puppy sort of fashion, seeing that he had hit a bulls eye, and that his love was his captor, and that the green haired boy was currently cleaning his dirtied gloves off with a mattered wash clothe. Guy studied the boy as he managed to find a comfortable way of squatting against the wall, adjusting his olive locks in the process, and fidgeting his arm strings back into place.

“I have something to tell you, Guy.” He flatly started up, his dry voice making fruitless attempts to hide the sadistic tone laced through it, making Guy squirm uncomfortably around the boy’s presence, with much added pain at every movement. “I don’t have much more time with you. And I don’t want you to worry about anything when I’m gone.” Guy now pretended that they were a couple, and that Sync was not talking about him dieing in the near future, but more so just being vacant in another life, and not a life of being a god-general.

There was now a hefty dose of awkward tension in the air as Sync was now trying to explain an absurd plan that was now befalling upon the world, one other then just an emanate death of the score, and the original population, but one of Guy being one of who would help with it, one of the to-be six god-generals, as the other names listed didn’t include Asch the Bloody.

The lust behind his love’s eyes were as apparent as the soon to rise sun, and Guy didn’t want to let the feelings go to waste, so he swallowed his pride and touched his lips to his lover’s in a small twinge that lasted only a moment as he was soon being awoken by Luke.

His mind was now abrupt in turmoil, as he thought it was real, but it had not been, so now he was questioning why it was that his dream seemed to be realer and realer with each passing second. Luke was complaining about how the blond had been calling out things in his sleep, and making grunting noises every now and then. The boy stomped his feet as apparently he had been waiting for him to wake up, as he normally had, but was now being told by a maid that it would be better for him to go back to his room, as he was causing a ruckus.

“Luke, don’t be selfish, Guy just woke up!” She scolded the teen, a motherly tone in her voiced, her aggressive-ness being backed up by the hands laced on her hips.

This, however, was not very smart, as it made Luke upset at how he wanted to play the blond, but after the maid threatened him with getting his father, he oblige with much dilemma and went back to his room.

It was that day that Guy was sentenced leave by the Duke, and that Luke started to have to friends other then his pet mieu, who was soon to leave him too after his year’s sentence was up. Though that was the tiniest of the fraction, the worst of the matter, was that Guy had lingered on that dream until he frightfully found Sync in Chesedonia, much after the incident with Ion, his heart-wrenching death. And of course, Sync, being the dirt bag he was, forced Anise into a state of temporary manic as he imitated the fon master’s naïve, innocent, luke-warm voice.

It was an awful thing to witness, Anise crying as she walked away with the unknowing Natalia, both of them just being deterred from the truth that the rest of the group was searching for at Aster’s palace.

Nothing stung more to Guy then to have him see sync walk away without his self attached to his arm, though he tried fooling himself by saying that it was only his mind playing tricks on him. He would have loved to have chased after him, say that it was nothing but him wanting to kill the poor boy to the rest of the party, and love nothing more then to just spill everything to the teen, and then cover it up with love, nothing more. Laying in Sync’s lap like a puppy, too afraid to return to luke now, as he would be considered a traitor, he would love it, but it was all a façade of his, a lie to himself.

He snapped out of it as Luke told him they were going to Aster’s mansion, torn up and miasma filled.

That vision haunted him forever, the one of his back being torn by Sync’s finger nails, writhing under his lover’s arm, no matter what he did, he couldn’t shake the looming feel he got when anyone would mention the six god-generals.

Though that ended when he finally got his hands on the boy.

At some trip to grand Chokmah, the group wanted to rewind a little bit before they had to go visit the flamboyant emperor of the water fortress capital, Guy had stranded himself from the group, as he was sick of having to respond, and wanted some time to himself to think about whatever had been shot at him recently. Though that would have been nice if it had lasted for over a few moments, but he soon found himself in an alley way, the same alley way that had been in his dream, same rebellious graffiti, same electric heater, and that wasn’t what concerned Guy the most, what concerned him the most; was the blood. There was vivid red on the wall in the area he had been during the dream, he shouldn’t have remembered it that clearly, but he did. The thought continued to creep into his mind like a parasite, that it wasn’t a dream, and that maybe the awful sadistic pain involved with the dream was real.

Though something made his mind race, escalate, and fry, all simultaneously as he caught glimpse of green and black quickly through the alley exit. It could have been his imagination, but he decided that he had to checked, and slyly raced after the spotted green, finding that it was not who he thought it to be, and that it was actually an Ion replica, not Florian though as he was currently in Daath, and Legretta, but found it to be perfect opportunity to try and squeeze some info out of the two.

“Legretta!” He called out to her from behind, and she responded to it by freezing in spot and turning her head around, showing him that it wasn’t her by her face, as it was distorted and not in a serious type that Legretta’s normally pale and perfect face was like, and more so like a creepy girl pretending to be her, and the Ion impersonator was just a phony as well, as their face was less innocent and they were the same height.

Guy turned away shouting sorry, that it was the wrong person, leaving them dumb founded, and returned in the alley, finding Sync in the middle of it, examining the blood, not even looking up at the older male’s presence. It was all very flaunt how everything was smeared; all of the blood was sprawled over Sync’s gloves, as if he was trying to absorb it, drink it in.

Nothing could prepare Sync or the blond for what was next to happen, because just as Guy was about to say the first words, Sync let out a low outburst of, “This blood isn’t yours, idiot.” Though it seemed as if he was indirectly directing Guy, as when he got up, he had a shocked, aggravated look plastered to his face, as it was very uncommon for him.

“Is it?” Guy replying nonchalantly, as if Sync hadn’t just told him the weirdest thing he had heard in a while, minus Luke’s incoherent murmurs of sleep. The green haired boy covered his face up with his beak like mask, regret was showing full-fledged on his face, as what scarce of it Guy could see was being taken over by a light red hue.

Light from the setting sun created an almost ominous atmosphere, as the air around them grew thicker with tension and awkwardness. Guy was wondering what his comment had meant, and he really had no clue, as he really didn’t care in all actuality.

“What did you mean by ‘it’s not your blood’?” Guy pondered aloud, guessing not much of it, as curiosity continuously melded his brain to mush over and over, and only desire kept it from entirely deflating. Sync scuffled his shoe into the ground, in a matter that almost spoke ‘not telling you’, but not quite, as he started to stutter about something, but decided to turn tail and run, but was given little chance of doing such, as Guy stepped on the end of a gray tinted arm string, causing him to trip gracefully onto the greyhen floor.

Guy felt dominance for once as he peered over the boy’s body; a scowl on his unmasked face, and his olive hair sprawled on the alabaster. A clumsy look was laid all over Guy as he squatted by the boy, the anger in the boy brewed even more then now before. Guy requested a replay of what the boy meant, and the boy just spat at him, trying his best to keep his stubbornness in tact, but it didn’t phase Guy as he now tried a new approach of putting himself on top of the boy, inches from his face, and Guy could now see the same blush from before return tenfold.

“A dream, it was just a dream.” Was all Sync would reveal to the blonde, before Guy decided that he might as well die, as he now knew that at some point or another, they had the same dream, which Guy realized would have explained the hue that was growing by every second. Sync somehow or another managed to push Guy over and get on top of him, as Guy still had one of his precious arm strings hostage.

“But, now, it’s not just a dream, it’s real, and now,” Sync paused, grabbing a lungful of dingy air, and along with that, getting even closer to Guy’s hastily reddening face, if that was even possible. “Now, I can finally get what I want.” Sync’s eyes held the same lust in them, like in the dream, as Guy could remember as vividly as the blood, and decided not to do anything with it this time, as he could also see that Sync was sadistic, even for his young age.

The late of the day was spent at the hotel, locking the rest of the party out, as they had to rent a new room, since Guy was selfish and didn’t want to come up with an excuse as to why he had Sync the Tempest, one of the most self-absorbed, self-respecting of the god-generals bedded.

Waking up in the early morning with a person latched to him was weird, as that had never happened to Guy before, even if he was twenty-one. But at the realization of whom it was, he wanted to throw up, but almost out of glee, until he also realized their age, and then the thought of Luke knowing about it, and then it went into wanting to vomit from regret.

Though he was kind of cute, sleeping like that, attached to the blonde’s stomach, hair out of order, and his bare skin entirely showing under the cover, giving guy a show of scars and burn marks. The older blond studied the boy’s sleeping state, it was adorable to the older male, though he knew it wouldn’t last long and decided to take a quick shower, get dressed and leave, before the tempest woke up and killed him for ‘seducing’ him in there, which it was actually the opposite of, in actuality.

Entering into the rest of the group’s room, there was a complain from Luke shot his way about Guy stealing the other room for himself, but Guy dejected it, as he made the comment of how all the beds in this room were taken up by someone or another. Jade and Anise were playing cards over coffee at the small table located in the corner next to the window, Luke was discussing plans of the future of Kimlasca with Natalia, and tear was playing with Mieu. Guy felt somewhat left out, but found that it was better for them to leave him alone then to ask him about what he had been doing the previous night.

The door was left open, as Luke had decided to go get everyone who hadn’t eat, some hotel breakfast, as he wanted to be nice, since he liked the bubbly feeling he got when he did something nice. Now Guy and Natalia were discussing how Luke has improved over the trip, and how amazing it was that his colors changed so drastically. And although it was nice to have some piece and quite every now and then, all good things came to an end, as Sync walked into the room, stood in front of Guy, and asked in his half-clothed state.

“Where are the rest of my clothes, idiot?” Anise practically choked on her coffee (why they let her have any in the first place is a mystery), Jade gave way to a sort of winded laughter, Tear hardly even noticed the two, as mieu took higher priority of her attention, and Natalia was just naïve and bamboozled, complaining about his lack of clothes. Guy was now just staring at the teen, as all he had managed to find of his standout clothing was a black, loose under shirt, and a pair of dark green boxers.

Guy’s mind went blank as Luke walked in, two plates of food in each hand, setting them on the table next to Jade and Anise’s game of cards, he declared the food ready to eat, totally oblivious to Sync and the awkward air that was thickly brewing in the room. He looked up from the food, as no one got up, and then spotted Sync in front of Guy, half naked, and then Luke blew his left kidney from the sight.

Before Guy could have Luke say anything else to him, he took Sync bridal style and fled to the other room, finding that it was a good thing he had kept the key with him. Luke on the other hand was banging on the door, telling him to open it, but Guy rebelliously didn’t, as he was a tad bit too ashamed to show his face to his best friend.

The rest of the day was awkward, as Sync had planned to ‘hang’ with them for the day, only he had to be given a piggy back ride most of the time, as he was still in pain, thus making Anise complain about how she wanted to be carried, but neither Luke nor Jade would do it, and Guy was already occupied by Sync, as the boy refused to let anyone else touch him. (Needless to say, they didn’t really do much, other then see Peony, but then again, that was a pretty big scene too. Peony freaked out for the first twenty minutes with Jade about how he wanted a piggy back ride, and being the emperor, he got what he wanted. It truly was a funny sight to see.)

Then, the trip to the replica Hod came, and when the saying ‘good things must always come to an end’, came into place before, it came into show a lot more here. Sync the Tempest stood in their way, his arrogant mind set only on the god-generals plans, and there were no exceptions, he had to be killed. Guy didn’t want to kill the young replica, nor did he want to be killed by Van to make a replica. There was no way around it, as either he or Sync would die, but he knew almost for sure that Sync wouldn’t care about his death. But when the blond thought about it enough, he decided to see what was going to happen next, and see if his begging was enough to change his young ‘lover’s mind.

But it wasn’t, they had to settle the battle with swords.

The fight was maddening, as powerful people showed more ability to parry attacks, and deal more damage, though somehow Luke’s group stood strong, as Going four on one was a very barbaric yet efficient way to destroy the enemy’s chance of winning.

Guy really hated fighting his love; it was the sickest thing he thought could ever happen to anyone, especially someone with his past. Nothing stung more then to see his new beautiful white clothing be sliced by his blade, blood slightly pooling at each spot. He really did just want to stop fighting, and hold onto Sync until he couldn’t even cry, that’s how bad he hated it.

Then something happened, an almost defeated look on Sync’s face, saying to Guy ‘I love you’. Though Guy told himself it was just his imagination, at that he couldn’t fool himself, and ran behind Sync, giving him the momentum to use an arcane arte. “I love you.” He spoke shakily, before calling out the two words that finished off his love; ‘final cross’.

Sync’s blood stopped and started spewing out of the x shaped cut on his back, falling to the ground, Guy couldn’t believe what he had just done, and rushed to his side, calling for Natalia to heal him. It was like a flash, the quickness that Natalia healed the wound, and Sync lasted just a little bit longer, giving him enough time to speak his last few words. “I love you, too, idiot.” His voice died at the last note, almost like a flame going out, but Guy forced him to stay alive.

“You’ll be alright, Sync, say it! You’ll be alright, we’ll go on a journey after this, just us, it’ll be great, we can go where ever you want to go, we can be a couple after this, we can do whatever you want after this, you just have to stay alive!” Guy was ashamed as he choked out the words, shaking as he grasped onto the boy, the olive haired boy hugged the male back with one arm, as he couldn’t move the other. It was a truly sad sight to witness, as the rest of the group watched them, like it was a soap opera, and Guy and Sync were being paid to do this, but they knew too well that it wasn’t a play, that it was real, and Sync would die.

“Th-that’d be, nice. I would like that.” At the last word, he winced in pain as Natalia continued to heal the worst of his cuts, forcing the split skin to meld back together, trying her best to be of assistance to Guy. Sync gave Guy a quick kiss before he enveloped into light, leaving Guy’s arms cold and empty, and leaving the blonde’s heart in an even worse condition. Natalia had aborted her healing, as they now served no purpose, and as she realized that she had given Guy ten more seconds with his love, but the lack of her skills gave him less then a life time of love to witness.

No one in the group could relate to Guy’s hollowed out state, as none of them had ever experienced that sort of depression. Luke had tried a countless number of times to comfort the male, but Guy just told the red head to leave him alone, that he didn’t want to be comforted, that he needed to be able to wallow in his pain alone.

Then Van died, and Luke left, and Guy fell even deeper into a hole of despair, finding only that the emperor of malkuth’s presence could even slightly make the situation better, but he wanted Sync to come back, and if Sync did, that would be the day that he would love whatever power made his love come back almost as much as he loved Sync.

On Luke’s twenty-first birthday, the year he would have become an adult, the group had reassembled in the tattaroo valley, hoping for Luke to come if Tear had warded him out with the grand fonic hyme. When he didn’t come however, Natalia was the first to speak up, as she told Guy of the services at Luke’s manor, and Guy replied in the prude way that his love would have “Let the others stand around Luke’s grave, telling stories of how young and noble he was, but I won’t be joining them!” Tears could be faintly seen brewing in his eyes, and Jade had spoken up, saying that they should leave, something about monsters.

They were all hesitant, but started to leave, but as Tear shot back one longing look, there was spotted the young man they were all waiting for in the distance, Luke fon Fabre. His new long scarlet locks flaring in the calm wind, just like a noble fire brewing over a match.

“I like this place, it has a good view of Hod.” He spoke calmly, his voce showing a mixture of Luke’s innocent tone and Asch’s arrogance.

New tears were brewing in everyone’s eyes, all for Jade anyway, as he was soldier, and these were not tears of sadness, but tears of joy, as they had thought the now grown boy to be dead. Though Guy cried the largest, most joy filled tears, as behind Luke, was his love, revived from the ashes of death. They all ran towards Luke, giving him hugs and such for how much they missed him, and once they all started to calm down, and once Anise stopped crying at how much she missed Luke’s annoyingness, Luke turned to Guy and spoke, “It’s a gift from Lorelei, for saving the world. I could ask one thing of him, so this is what I asked for,” Luke’s strong smile was clearly visible, his pride and happiness brightly showing in the dark abyss ” that way so that I never have to see you cry again.”

Guy decided that it was the best gift he had ever gotten, and took it without thought, carrying Sync bridal style (Which Guy received many complaints about, in regards to Sync.) like he had done many times in the past. Leaving the tattaroo valley happier than he had ever been in his life, after spending a life times in the manor in Baticul, watching as the maids went crazy for Luke, and how his father and mother were glad to have him back, replica or not, Guy eventually went back to his home in grand Chokmah, Sync following him the whole way.

The life they lead after the incident went back to being simple, Guy worked for his majesty, Emperor Peony the ninth, and Sync just lived off of Guy’s hospitality, and Peony’s charity money (Peony wanted them to have a kid, but Sync and Guy knew that it would be many long years of complaints from his majesty before they even started thinking of adoption.)

Waking up in the morning was now a chore for Sync, as he never realized what it would be like as anything but a god-general. He hated how his dreary state had rushed him back to sleep several times before, but it was no use to question with Guy when he told the olive haired teen to wake up. True, Sync was nine-teen, and he should have been thinking about getting a job, but he liked having not to, and living off the well-fare of the emperor was a simple treat to add to the suit.

Guy was never happier, but then, again, he had no reason not to be, but his dreams were troubling, as he would have almost repulsively realistic dreams, and the odd things was; they were all consecutive.

Even if it was just a never ending dream, even if it wasn’t real, Sync enjoyed it to the fullest. Life could never have gone better, until that day. Neither Guy nor Sync remember the day clearly, but what happened was the start of the nightmare that Guy never wanted to see, and the reality that Sync tried to hide.

End of PROLOUGE; chapter 00.


Well, that was pretty intense.

I hate that part.

Well, whenever you reach a hallway that has a very up close angle to it, and there are i think four guards it in, last door on the left.

ANYWAY, yeah, if you read it, it would totally spoil EVERYTHING, since not only does it go into BIG events in (somewhat) large amounts of detial, but it spoils the end and says that...SOMEONE dies.

(I won't say who though, since they come back)

(But still, this is just the Prologue!)

intense huh?

It's my longest story so i was like, Sure, why not post it!

It's easier to read in Word.

yeah, though the place that pisses me off the most is at the end of the second Arch is the Radiation (Or maybe it's absorbtion, I don't remember)Gate. But either way, both gates make me VERY Po'ed because it's not that their hard, it's just that they're so ANNOYING.

Hehehe.

Kay, cool. I personally like it, but my good, it reminds me of the summer, and I dare say, last summer was faboo. (Dude, global warming is kicking up here in TX, since it feels like ******** MARCH. D< )

Ah, the forest thing, i just purposely messed up 546039568 times so i could just kill them instead of sneaking around. Needless to say, that is the second most aggitating part of the game.

Yeah, pretty much. Though, no matter how annoying it is, i still love it, since it's an AMAZING GAME.

Yeah, because that would be a lot easier since EVERYONE would see it.

(Also: Do you like any of the following characters:
Luke
Van
Legretta (Not too sad, but still sad.)
Asch
Largo
Sync

Because if you do, then the time near the end of the game and the end of the game you must prepare tissues for. Though, i will not say why.)

♥. somewhere, maybe you'll be thinking of me.

Holy crap, hearing you people talk about it like that totally makes me want to play. D:
LIKE.
OHMAGEEE.
Mainly because I'm gay for Dist.

But dude, I actually like the part when you have to lure them outtttt. D:
THAT IS LIKE. MY FAVORITE. Though the Forest thing can suck my balls. That places gave me so many migraines, I felt my brain was going to implode.


But dude. I'm going to spoil some s**t right now.
Mainly because I don't know if you're willing to raise your level up to like....85370873487868 just to be in order to like...know of it.
When Dist blows up at the fagasstower or whatever, he really doesn't die. And then like, when you go to ******** around with Nebilim he's all "LOLOLOLOL SUP. NEBILIM, LOVE ME KTHNX. I AM A G SO I DID ALL THIS s**t, JADE IS GAY."
and she's all "NO b***h, YOU LOOK LIKE A FAGGOTWOMAN. >:C"
And I think he dies because she blows him up or something.
For serious this time.

So hurhur.
Even though, according to the child, you don't really like Dist but whatever.
WHATEVER.



(By the way! I didn't read your story yet kiddo, I just wanted to pretend like I know something for once. =w=")

thinking of how we could be.

That's why I'm telling you to SHHHHHH xD

I love Keterburg. And yes, I know about the map glitch. I intend to use it to get Asch later in the game...FOREVER! >=D

Yeah, I don't want to spoil the rest for myself. It's gonna suck if I do. I'm just gonna play it through...though I haven't been able to much as my mom keeps taking me places.

But whatever, it's fun, and I frankly don't want to stay home all day.

Asch just has bad fashion sene that makes him look NUUUUUuuu fATTTtt, but unfortunately, I've heard you can't take away his Maestro crap, making him really really suck later in the game, so I'm still thinking about it.

Haha, wow.

And he has the most awesome eyebrows xD

Ah, my friends were talking about Metal Gear Solid.
All I could say was "it has Snake, right?"